Lucy wandered through the shops until she found what appeared to be a kitchen supplies store. Someone on the network had mentioned salt and iron as possible weapons against the apparitions or shades. Whatever they were called, they were a possible danger to her, her friends and her family. She lifted up a frying pan by its handle and swung it through the air like a baseball bat. If only there was a way she could be certain it was iron and not some lookalike alien metal.
She was about to give it another practice swing when a display of knives flew through the air in her direction. She teleported away as rack of shelves came crashing down. She stepped over the mess, towards the voice asking if she was alright. It sounded like her grandmother. "Hi." She called back as another set of rack came down, this time hitting the neighbouring rack, which hit another rack, and so on - like dominoes. She teleported away and appeared next to her grandmother. "I think we're all going to need help."